Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The good... The bad... The Chicken

A face only a mother could love. This fella is 5 years old or so. From what I can tell from my observations he doesn't have much luck with the ladies either.... Unlike the roosters in the pen next to his. He doesnt crow anymore either. Probably should get him someone that male enhancement stuff they advertise on fox news channel all the time.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Therapy

Chuck and Judy down the road had a batch of puppies arrive a few weeks back. It is good for the soul to hold puppies, I think there are published studies on that. Hauling wood is also good for the soul and body and these fellas can get the job done ensuring a warm winter at our house. Perhaps we should publish a case study paper "The Effect of Cellulose and Lignin Relocation on Human Wellness".

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Streams of gold

Golden maize going in the combine, out of the combine, and into the bin. Should be done with corn harvest by tomorrow if all goes well. Don't forget the golden boy in one of those pics.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Summary photo

This photo shows lots of events, beans harvesting in the distance, freshly drilled rye in the tilled ground, hungry cows, and corn to be harvested. I guess I better get to work and stop typing...

Beans done last week

Finished up beans last week. Average was above 50bpa, can't complain about that. It got a bit dusty from time to time.

The light of day-old dog old trick

Out came the combine emerging into the light of day for its yearly duty. If it comes out more than once it usually means repairs are needed. Now note the farm dog. She knows that when that machine is fired up for the first time each year a rat or mouse maybe ejected. She gets all alert and gitty prancing around from the head to the discharge to the open return elevators. When she gets one she dispatches of it and turns instantly to look for another. If you look close in the third photo one victim can be seen but she knows another is under the tire and the machine could move at any instant causing the prey to scurry away allowing her a chance to get it. Now why is this blog worthy. Note what I mentioned earlier, this event happens once a year, maybe every 12 months. Best we can tell the dog is maybe 11 or 12 years old. She has learned this behavior in maybe 12 events in her whole life separated by almost a year between them, pretty amazing. I mean how many times did you have to tell your husband to put down the toilet seat or you kids to take their dishes to the sink before they learned?